Project 365 * Day 16: Dave's Salon for Wayward Shi Tzu's
There are actually no words for this picture. But did you notice Dave’s hot pink Big Shot hair dryer?
There are actually no words for this picture. But did you notice Dave’s hot pink Big Shot hair dryer?
Dave and Ethan got out and celebrated Independance day at Mustangs Saloon in Newmarket. They ate hotdogs and fries, drank Budweiser (Ethan had ‘American’ Sprite) and loved all of the US memorabilia. Ethan told me it was only for Americans but I would be allowed …
From me:
Where are you travelling wilbury? I am starting to worry. Please send an american spirit smoke signal this way so I know you are still with us. Miss you, it has been sunny and warm since you left but supposed to start raining again tonight. Let me know if you need some ideas about where to go next. Love you, drive safe.
From Bush:
After last nights whiny chocolate-loving post, Ethan returned home from his soccer game this morning with the Player of the Day trophy AND a box of 20 bars of Cadbury fundraising chocolate! I am yet to sample it, but the box assures me it’s made in …
Such a good week, and such a bad week. Quite the juxtaposition I know, imagine how I feel! On one hand I want to run around the neighbourhood (ok the farm) and scream my good news to the cows and Hermione the pig and the …
So, I’ve been skipping class but I’m back with this weeks Writers Prompts from Mama Kat;
1. How I keep myself swimsuit ready in the depths of New Zealand winter
Oh this is a book you must read. For real. I put lotion on my legs tonight for the first time in probably almost 3 months. Why? Because I was thinking I might get around to shaving them sometime before August. Yeah I know, how totally feral of me, but I do have excuses reasons for my lack of grooming…….like…..we are on tank water so I am always hurrying in the shower…..and….it is so damn cold when I get out of the shower that I pull my long socks and jeans on before you can say big-hairy-yeti.
2. A Mothers Guide to Taking Care of YOURSELF
This is the sequel to #1. Ethan has his kiddie vitamins, which he doesn’t really need as I feed him all natural food and heaps of fruit and veges each day, he also takes fish oil capsules to lube up his big ol brain, he drinks plenty of water at my urging, gets tonnes of exercise and sleeps 12 hours a day. Me….well, I went to see the doctor yesterday who noted that I was badly dehydrated, I was all like, but I drink plenty of Diet Coke? WTF? I can’t remember when I ate a piece of fruit last, or when I went for a run, or was able to sleep without coughing my lungs out every five minutes. Being a grown up sucks. Especially when you can’t drink wine because of your sucky expensive antibiotics that you have to take because YOU JUST AREN’T TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF!
3. Why women don’t need chocolate or caffeine
This one has to be a no-brainer. Dave came home from the supermarket last night and unloaded the last bag of groceries and handed me a king size bar of Whittakers Dairy Milk Chocolate. I couldn’t really talk because it felt like there were razor blades in my throat, but I was so happy I jumped up and down. And then I coughed. It was a glorious moment.
4. New Zealand’s Guide to Nuclear Power
This will never happen, the New Zealand voters will never agree to nuclear power. I was reminded of this today when I heard this awesome track by Tiki on the radio. It’s called You da Bomb and remixes former Prime Minister David Langes legendary anti-nuclear Oxford Union Speech.
5. The Complete & Unabridged Lexicon of George W. Bush
See above: George says nucula. The end.
Ethan is actually participating in the art projects at his new kindy! It’s amazing, the stuff he brings home is super cute as well. He does some creative stuff at home, but usually it’s of the punitive variety. He just wrote his Daddy two speeding …
We threw a (small) party when Dave returned home from his two week sabbatical in Whangarei. Ethan decorated every balloon with pics of him and his Daddy – here they are on the boat fishing.
It was very quiet in the house, never a good sign when both Bush and Ethan are home. They were busy, doing their make-up. Ethan declaring that he has NEVER done this before (well, actually son you did do it when you were 2. Don’t you remember? You carved deep cavernous hollows into my Chanel compact and made momma cry for about 3 days, you had fun then too). The only reservation he had was mascara application. He told Bush he didn’t want to put that black stuff on again as it didn’t feel good on his lips. Thank god for that small miracle I guess.
Ethan was 2.5 when he began attending a Baptist Pre-School. It wasn’t our first choice but he was too young to get into the public kindy. All was good, he had a fabulous time and his only episode of dissent was when he refused to …